It's hard to describe the sway of emotions here.
I get busy with wedding prep and stop the sewing machine long enough to look up, past the work at hand. For a minute, I indulge the slide show of baby dresses, doll clothes, costumes, toys, quilts. Dress-up clothes. Prom dresses. The long white dress I made for her graduation.
These precious little feet look to me just the way they did when she was 3 and then I realize they have been running through my days and dreams for more than half my life.
Nothing to do but gather all that longing and gratitude into one deep breath and get back to work.
Just three weeks to go.